This morning around I think 5:20, I felt something crawling on my arm, so I sat up and wiped it off with my hand. There was definitely a body. My sudden movement woke Robert up, and I said, "Something was crawling on my arm!" There's no way I'd be able to sleep without checking the bed, so on the light switch went. It wasn't long before I spotted the bed intruder (ha ha... it climbed in our window, but didn't snatch us up). No, it wasn't a spider
thank goodness. Just an earwig. I got up, got some tissue paper, grabbed the body, and down the toilet it went. After that, I got in bed, but I just couldn't sleep! My eyes were burning because I wasn't finished with my sleep, but my mind kept thinking and thinking and
thinking. I hate it when that happens. Your body is just dead tired, but your mind keeps your body from sleeping. I thought about a lot of things, but one thing I thought about was a conversation I had with one of my friends a couple of times. She has been down a lot lately because she doesn't believe she's pretty (but she totally is), and she looks at girls around her and feels even worse because they're pretty and "she's not". I honestly didn't know what to say to console her because to be honest, I have that same problem. I don't get as sad or as down as she does, but I still feel that way a lot.
My hair is a frizzy mess. My hair won't stay the way I want it to, even after spending hours on it.
My teeth aren't perfectly straight, nor are they bleach white.
My eyelashes are like Snuffaluffagus' from Sesame Street: stick straight, and downwards.
My skin is yellow and sometimes I look unhealthy.
There are bags under my eyes.
I'm too underweight.
And the list goes on.
It's too bad we let Satan get into our minds and allow him to make us believe we are ugly and worthless. I don't even have a reason to think this way. I have a husband who loves me and tells me almost every day how pretty I am. Most importantly, I have a Heavenly Father and Savior who love me no matter what I look like. They are the ones that created me. They look at all their creations as magnificent.
Way back when I was still in Young Women's, our leaders gave us a handout. I don't remember anything said in the lesson, but I always remember the handout (okay, sometimes when I am looking at myself in the mirror I don't remember, but I try).
Right after church, I took that handout and stuck it on the side of my bathroom mirror. This handout reminds me of the scripture from
1 Samuel: "But the
Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for
the Lord a not as
b seeth; for man looketh on the outward
c, but the
dLord looketh on the
e." Every time I look in the mirror, I am going to put on the glasses which allow me to see myself as Christ sees me: a beloved daughter of God whose beauty comes from the heart.